The Falcons Love (SamxReader) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 10

3 months. I have been here three months. I get no one to talk to. Sometimes I drum around on the metal table for something to listen too. I pace around a lot. I imagine what my life would be if Riley was alive, or if I never joined the marines, or if I had a family. Hell, I even wonder what's been done with the house and the boat and the Wilson company. I hope, no I pray that they are all well and that Sam was taking care of them.

The glass slides up but the bars remain. I look over and see Secretary Ross standing there.

"What can I do for you?" I ask keeping a straight face.

"Wrists, we need you to go to court." I cock my eyebrow we both know that I don't get a right to a trial or anything along those lines. I'm just here. Curiosity gets the better of me and I slide my wrists through the bar for the cuffs. I then step back and the bars shift allowing me to exit.

"We both know I'm not allowed inside a court room so why actually are you here?" With a nod of the head, I see three guards walk in. two chairs and a tray. Torture devices on it.

"We allowed a visitor; Captain America wants to see you. However, every minute you two talk another mark gets added." Theres something else, but what? I sat in the chair next to the equipment. Ross immediately grabbed the knife and gave me a small Knick on the cheek. I glared at him before giving a fake ow... Sam walks in and I go to stand and give him a hug but before I can I feel a barrel of the gun on my temple. I roll my eyes. Do they really think that 2 guards, and Ross can keep me here? Hell, even with cuffs on I could beat all 3 single handedly.

"YN? Are you okay?" Sam asked with wide eyes as he makes his way to the seat.

"A bit disoriented but I'm fi-." My words get cut off as a gun gets pressed even harder against my head. Secretary Ross walks over and I can't help but glare at him.

"Secretary Douchebag, what are you getting too old that you couldn't take me by myself?" I ask with a half-smile.

"You now Master Gunnery Sergeant YLN I don't know how you got your position when you always talked back to you commanding officers."

"That's one of the many things they liked about me. I don't know if you've realized, but I don't take any shit. Although I can't say a lot of people like you..."

"You are really testing my patience today." Ross huffed as he stared me down.

"I test your patience every day, why start something new?" I ask with a slight chuckle. Honestly my only goal right now was to piss him off.

"You know, I brought you out of the cell with the thought I could use you against Wilson." Ding ding ding we have a winner. There's the true reason.

"Oh, please. If that's your tactics then you need to step up your game old man."

"Light torture it is." I chuckle at those words but I see the fear in Sam's eyes.

"Please Ross. Now you're just lying, you were going to inflict pain on me anyway. You're not going to get shit out of us especially with light torture, come on. We both know with my history the only thing it will do is add a few more scars to my canvas. News flash Sam was a soldier to. He's not going to talk just because I get tortured." I can't help but give an evil grin and give a look to Sam. I needed him to trust me. I see the subtle nod and it made me smile more. I see the silver and another cut occurs on my cheek. I laugh at this.

"That's cute. Real cute, got anything worse?" I ask all seriousness in my voice. "See we all know that you can only hurt me. Imagine what the world would do if their precious new Captain America was hurt..." Ross leans down with the knife now to my neck. I look up and smile. It was a sadistic smile and I could see a bit of fear in his eyes. "This isn't going to do anything to me Ross. 4 months of torture by the biggest terrorist organization known to man and I never broke. So, what makes you think that you can break me now?"

I can see out of the corner of my eye Sam shifting in his seat. That was new to him, I assumed. My last mission was blacked out. Classified. Only 10 people knew what had happened and 4 were dead. 1 was myself. 4 were including the president and the previous director of SHIELD. The last, least important person was the man standing in front of me, threatening me.

I glanced to see where the two guards were positioned. They weren't in my sight anymore. I see Sam give a nod telling me I'm clear. With a small smile I wrap my legs around Ross's ankles before head butting him making him fall back to the ground. I get off the chair grabbing a pick from the pile of torture weapons they grabbed and unlock the cuffs. I grab the knife out of Ross's hand as I lean over him.

"Here's the deal, I'm going to leave this place and because I kept you all alive when I could have killed you all any day I wanted these last 3 months, you're going to let me go. You're not going to look for me. You're not affect my life. I stay out of your way and you stay out of mine. Got it?" I ask him as I hold the knife tightly, even if it wasn't near him. His eyes were now wide and he nodded his head quickly. I drop the knife next to him and turn to see Sam who was standing there with a smirk. I don't know what came over me but I walked closed the distance before hugging him.

"Thank you for coming to get me."

"I knew there wasn't much I needed to do. I just needed you out of the cell. You did the rest." Sam told me as he hugged me back. "Come on, let's get out of here before they changed their mind." We pulled away from the hug and I felt cold almost. It was an unusual feeling but I shook it off as I followed him out to the helicopter. As we get in I see Bucky in the Pilot spot.

"Hey old man, I see you came back for me too."

"No soldier left behind." He told me with a smirk as he looked behind at me.

"Ain't that right." I reply as I lean my head back and close my eyes. I think this was the simplest rescue I've ever been apart of.